In a city, the stars fall from the sky and litter the streets in the form of headlights and streetlights. Our bodies stay cold and unburnt. The heavens are starless--a grey expanse with no limits. The stars would have provided context for distance. But there is no distance. Fuck. We deserve the best--"best" requiring a whole lifetime to define.
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